I was supposed to stay in a friend's flat last night after work. I don't drive, I live on the opposite side of the county to this gig and it finishes after public transport does. When I got to his door I found his phone was off and wandered the city streets for a half hour, peering into smoking areas of pubs in search of a familiar face... I found his.
He was woefully apologetic and quite drunk. When we got back to his there was a lot of talking and tears. He decided I have borderline personality disorder, shouted at me for a while and told me to get a million miles from my best friend cause he's a prick..? No. Just no. If anyone ever gives you an ultimatum of 'me or them', pick them. Run away from controlling people. Especially if they leave you wandering the streets at 1am.
There's something I've forgotten to tell you, it was funny. I was released from hospital with the promise of a call within 12 hours to maintain my sanity... After a week and a half I received a letter from the public healthcare service - a man I've never met, might I add - declaring me sane, fine or whatever you wanna call it. When I tried to kill myself it took two weeks for the HSE to say good luck.
Things don't work out but if you keep on keeping on... I have it on good authority it gets better.
Hope and cherry coke,
Depressivedetails@gmail.com
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